Corrin sighed softly into her pillow, her face a sight of angelic bliss. What was being done to her, however, was much less innocent.


Just a few minutes before

The assertive and possessive side of Takumi's personality was evidently still the controlling force in his body, and the bewitched prince was not quite finished with the total domination of his wife. After picking up her lithe body bridal-style from the table, Takumi laid her down onto the thick futon where the pair slept.

"On your knees..." was the order growled out, and Corrin quickly grabbed a pillow before she was guided into position by the impatient hands of Takumi. Her back was mostly parallel to the mattress, and she faced away from her husband, with her legs slightly separated as she settled onto all fours. Between her arms lay her head resting on the pillow she had retrieved. This shuffling around ended up placing her tantalizing, still dripping wetness in the perfect spot for Takumi to take advantage of it, exactly he as planned.

Corrin felt droplets of moisture slipping down her inner thighs as her level of arousal began to grow once more. After all, just because one of her fantasies had been fulfilled didn't mean that she was against indulging herself again, especially when her positively abused lower regions were still so raw and sensitive.

Without a delay, Takumi thrusted himself into Corrin from behind, immediately picking up speed with no thought paid at all for gentleness. The delicious friction she felt served to dull her perceptions in a way that left her only aware of her burning hot, sodden, aching core, and Takumi's unrelenting attempts to claim it. Everything around her faded into oblivion. She didn't smell the heady scent of lovemaking, nor did she notice the sun's light disappear completely, leaving a lone, dying candle as the only source of light. She didn't even feel occasional rushes of warmth and wetness that soaked her centre anew.

For an indiscernible amount of time, the world as regarded by Corrin was a hazy mess of a single sensation, before at last her exhaustion truly caught up with her. She lay on the futon in the same position she had assumed hours before, passed out. Nevertheless, the enthralled Takumi continued to ravage his wife's unconscious body, until he too simply collapsed beside her.


Corrin opened her eyes gingerly, with a sore neck and back from sleeping in such an odd position. The moon was visible outside to the west, meaning that it was approaching sunrise. As her mind slowly caught up with the situation, she realized that she was completely naked. With the summer heat, it wasn't unreasonable to sleep without a blanket. Even still, she usually wore nightclothes...

The dragon princess rolled over to her right, stretching her legs out over the edge of the mattress, and saw that a still form partly slumped over onto the futon beside her. Takumi, she realized. What happened last... Oh.

With a start, the events of the previous night flooded back to her. Takumi's drastic change in personality. His possessive actions. Her absolute submission...

Corrin carefully sat up to avoid hurting herself unnecessarily, and glanced down at her body. She was greeted by the sight of her tender, reddened lower area, saturated with a thick mess of fluids. She swiped a finger down to scoop some up for closer inspection. The pungent liquid clung to her digit, and without thinking, she placed it in her mouth to taste it. Before she could stop herself, she found herself lapping up every last drop of the intoxicating treat. Her index and middle fingers dug deep into her nethers in an effort to extract more, until they only found damp skin. The potent flavour provided a strange jolt to her brain that was borderline addictive.

Corrin briefly entertained the idea of pleasuring herself to release more of the delicious essence, but the practical side that had abandoned her previously finally returned. Her thoughts turned to her husband.

"If Takumi knew what he did to me... he'd be beside himself with guilt. Even if I told him that it was okay..." she said to herself softly. "He would probably avoid me as much as possible, too."

The princess made a decision then and there: If Takumi didn't remember anything, she wouldn't remind him. The last thing she wanted was for him to spiral into a well of depression and self-hatred.

Corrin delicately rose to her feet. In addition to her stiff neck and back, she found that, unsurprisingly, her centre ached, making it difficult to walk. Even still, she managed to gather up the discarded clothing from the floor without too much pain, and changed into fresh undergarments and her regular nightclothes. Now came the difficult part. She needed to carefully dress Takumi without waking him so that he wouldn't suspect a thing. However, this was not as challenging as she had expected. Apparently possession took a lot out of a person, and her husband didn't so much as stir as she shuffled his own sleepwear onto him. Finally, she lifted his lower half onto the futon itself, slipped into bed, and snuggled into Takumi's chest. Rest was not far off.


As Takumi rose the next morning, two very concerning things were on his mind. One, the vivid and incredibly dirty dream that he had conjured in his sleep. Two, the strange gap in his memory from the previous night that began after he had left dinner with another headache. The obvious conclusion that he drew was worrying to the point where his troubled fidgeting woke his sleeping wife.

"Everything alright, Takumi?" she murmured softly, eyes still half closed.

"Corrin, did I do anything, um, abnormal last night?" he replied, not looking at her face.

Carefully pushing herself up on her elbows with a slight wince, she replied, "No... Why do you ask, dear?"

"Nothing, nothing... Did you hurt yourself again?"

The dragon princess smiled. "I just slept strangely, that's all." She pulled him in for a quick kiss, and then swung a leg over his body, positioning herself on top of his waist. "You don't have anything important to do this morning, right?"


Why I should stick to writing essays.

Prepares fire extinguisher(s).